Back at the mansion, Li Qiao was concerned about the private bank matter and was about to send Luoyu to open the safety deposit box when Wang Yue appeared inopportunely.
Moreover, his expression was very grave.
Li Qiao casually popped a plum slice into her mouth just as Wang Yue reported with a heavy tone, "Boss, the IP address from Parma's side has been traced. It shows... it's from the mansion."
"Cough—" Li Qiao let out a small cough.
Shang Yu's attention immediately turned to her, his handsome face slightly tense. With a long arm, he scooped her to his side, "Feel like throwing up?"
Li Qiao shook her head, swallowing, "No, it's just too sour."
Shang Yu signaled with his eyes, and Luoyu understood, promptly going to pour a cup of warm water.
